Bad Times

Jake arrived at Gabbie’s house around 4PM, parking his truck on the street in front of the little patch of lawn that was shared between their house and the neighbours.

They had a nice big house on the ridge that overlooked the park and bordering the property was the public pathway leading down into the park. The house was multi level and had a front attached double garage. It looked like most of the other houses in the neighbourhood, with a single tree on the small front lawn off to the side of the garage, where the front door was.

The tree had long since died, though, with only a couple of weird ornaments that looked like Halloween decorations hanging from its cold dead limbs. In contrast, it looked like there were large, full-grown trees in the backyard, which likely added to the privacy that Gabbie had alluded to.

Before getting out of his truck, he set the AWAY function on the VoIP app, so any business calls would route to his mom and the others. He also put the phone on silent, so there would be no interruptions when he was with Gabbie.

As he started walking up their driveway, a black cat ran out and sat in the middle of the sidewalk off the corner of the garage. It was meowing and hissing like crazy and shaking its head. Jake wondered if it was their cat or just a stray, but it didn’t look friendly.

Gabbie opened the front door and said, “Don’t mind him. He’s a stray that animal control can’t seem to catch. Just give him a kick and he’ll move.”

Jake didn’t kick the cat, but he used his foot to shoo the cat away and simply stepped around it as he started up the stairs toward the front door.

Gabbie was wearing nothing but a bathrobe and a sultry smile as she invited him inside and closed the door behind him.

The place had quite a large entrance, but as you stepped inside, the dining area was off to the left side. It had weird looking tall backed black chairs, and the table looked like some ancient wooden table that was about 3 inches thick and had steel bands with carriage bolts holding it together.

There were some used candles on the table, and on shelves mounted around the room. The paint was dark and looked gloomy. The ambience of the room, along with that weird table, actually reminded Jake of a horror movie where they strapped sacrifices to a table like that with candles all around.

Gabbie jumped up and wrapped her legs around his waist before kissing him with fervour. Her hands were on his face and neck as her crotch was rubbing the bulge that was already present in his pants. Since she wore only a bathrobe, Jake’s hands were cupping her naked ass to hold her after she jumped on him.

They broke the kiss and, with a mischievous smile, she whispered, “Follow me.” Standing on her own, she grabbed Jake’s hand and lead him to the living room at the back of the house.

As they walked through the house, Jake mentally noted that they had a lot of odd, almost macabre, decorations. His thoughts of the decorations faded quickly as they reached the living room, which had a large sectional sofa with the end of the sofa forming a day bed with no sides. She pushed him back onto the sofa and climbed on top of him. He briefly thought she was moving too fast, but as her bathrobe opened and exposing those large, beautiful, natural breasts, he lost his train of thought as he began suckling those nipples that were right in front of his face.

She extracted his cock from his pants and was rubbing it between their bodies, coating his cock with pussy juice. Her rubbing strokes got longer and longer until his cock almost slipped inside on every stroke.

Looking up to meet her eyes, she had this odd sparkle to her eyes as her lips formed into a wicked—almost evil—grin, and he could have sworn her eyes turned from green to purple for a brief second.

As she climbed off Jake, the bathrobe was wide open, exposing her nude body to his purview. As he stared at her gorgeous body, he didn’t see her grab a stick from a nearby vase as she stood there with that evil grin and said, “You were such an easy mark on Saturday night!”

“Wait! Did she just call me a mark?” That thought causing Jake’s mind to go through self-preservation scenarios, as he tucked his cock back into his pants, concluding that this was some twisted game that she did to pretend she was a witch.

Witches aren’t real—are they?

Step one of his self-preservation plan was video of this twisted game she was playing, as he tapped the back of his phone that started video recording without having to unlock the phone. Then held up the phone and tried to explain. “I don’t know what you are up to, but this is just too weird. Gabbie, it was nice to have met you, but I can show myself to the door.”

Gabbie shook her head. “You’re not going anywhere, you stupid boy!” Again, Jake was sure her eyes just changed from green to purple.

As she said that, she pointed her wand at him. If it was a wand, it wasn’t a straight stick and it really just looked like the twig of a tree, except very polished.

Just as he was about to speak, Gabbie waved her wand and said, “Silence!”

“Yeah, as if!” Jake said—but no sound came out.

Fuck! Witches are real! He thought, as flipped the phone to selfie-mode to record that he couldn’t talk. With some proof they were up to no-good, he closed that video.

Gabbie’s evil grin then turned malevolent. “All men are dogs!”

He started another video, but as he turned it toward the witch, she said something—it wasn’t English.

First his clothes disappeared, then his whole body was wracked with excruciating pain, although he still held on to the phone, trying to keep it steady. Fortunately, as his hands started transforming, he stopped the recording before he dropped the phone. His phone backed everything up to a cloud account, so the first video should be uploaded by now and this video would be short, so hopefully it would upload as well.

Through a mirror-backed cabinet, he witnessed his transformation into a dog—nay wolf!

His heart raced as he struggled to stand. It was so much different with four legs and paws, but his body seemed to adjust quickly.

Once he gained his balance, he was in fight mode. He was a wolf now. He could attack the witch, but as he turned to face her, Gabbie kicked him in the head and sent him sprawling.

Laying on the floor, he saw his phone, but he couldn’t pick it up with his paws.

She pulled one of the macabre decorations off the wall. It was a morning star, with 2 inch spikes around the end. The witch took it and put her hand through the wrist strap to keep from losing the weapon. Then, with a cackle, she started kicking him. The morning star was probably just in case he tried to attack her, or to finish the job when she had her fun.

Unaccustomed to his new form and not wanting to face that gnarly weapon, it was time for flight, with the only option for escape being the large picture window into the backyard.

With little time to think, he jumped and crashed through the window in an explosion of glass shards, falling to the grass below—good thing she hadn’t taken him upstairs or to the basement.

Everything seemed to spin as he tried to gain his bearings. He didn’t think the glass cut him, but the radical turn of events—going from steamy to macabre in the blink of an eye—coupled with the changes brought on by his new dog form was overwhelming. The eyesight was the biggest change. He seemed to remember that dogs were near-sighted and colour blind, but he seemed to have the same vision he had as a human. He just had a wider field of view from the new position of his eyes.

As his head cleared, he could hear the witch unlocking the back door of the house. As she opened the door, Jake saw she still had the morning star in their hand. He did not want to get hit with that thing!

The fence around their yard was about 7-foot high, likely to mask whatever weird rituals witches did. There was no way Jake could jump that, but the fence facing the park was only a standard short black chain-link fence, just like every other house along the ridge. Needing to escape, Jake simply jumped over the chain-link fence and tumbled down the steep embankment on the other side.

He should be safe in the river valley. He knew the valley well and there were lots of hiding places among the trees. Plus, his home was just on the other side.

He stuck to the trees and bushes as he made his way across the valley towards his home. There were a few times he had to crouch down and let people pass, fortunately all of them were on bikes or jogging and didn’t have dogs. He used this time to get used to some of his newly enhanced senses. His vision, sense of smell and hearing were all improved.

Once he got to his house, he easily jumped his own chain-link fence, but then found he couldn’t open the door. He didn’t remember locking the door as it was in the backyard and there were motion lights and cameras, so he rarely ever locked it, but he couldn’t push the lever handle down.

Rascal, the neighbour’s dog, started barking.

“Thanks Rascal, but I don’t need the extra attention!” He said, although he realized it came out as a series of growling sounds.

After a minute, Rascal’s barks sounded different, almost understandable. Then finally, on one bark, he understood, “Run!”

Just as he understood that bark, he caught a strange smell and saw the two people through the cracks in the fence, likely animal control officers, walking down the public pathway to the park. The one guy could really use a shower!

A surge of adrenalin coursed through his veins as he turned and ran, jumping the fence and running back into the river valley.

As he ran, he remembered finding a small cave when he was 12. If it was still there, and he could remember where it was, it would give him a place to hide and figure out what to do.

Sticking to the trees, avoiding people and their dogs, Jake eventually found the little cave. Well, it wasn’t really a cave, more or less a hollowed out area under a large tree. He found it was currently unoccupied—much to his relief.

As he curled up in the hollow, the adrenalin wore off and he drifted off to sleep.

Jake awakened to the sound of something approaching the hollow. He hoped it wasn’t the animal control officers, or worse—children.

Then he caught a fresh scent. It wasn’t the animal control people, this smelled too—wild. It must be an animal.

As the animal approached, Jake readied himself to evacuate the hollow or attack.

From outside the hollow, he could hear dog sounds that said, “I’m a friend. I mean you no harm.” Then a smaller wolf peeked its head inside the hollow and said, “My name is Brent.”

Wow, he totally understood what the wolf said! The sounds he made were like a dog, but Jake heard the words in his head. Jake thought before saying, “Hi! My name is Jake.”

Brent asked, “Are you an actual wolf, or did you get turned into one?”

The question surprised Jake, but not really after what had just happened. “I just got turned. Did you used to be human too?”

“Yup! I met this hot babe named Gabbie at a bar and we went back to her place. That was when I learned she was a witch and she turned me into a wolf. That was about 6 months ago—I think! I’ve kind of lost track of time. I just know there was still some snow on the ground.”

“Are there others like us?”

“Yes, Nina is a female wolf, but I haven’t seen her in a while, so who knows what has happened to her and you’ll eventually meet Larry. He’s a cat that got turned more than a year ago. He usually hangs around us for protection from the real animals, so if you see him, don’t hurt him. If there’re others, I’ve never met them and they’ve never mentioned them either.”

Jake asked, “All lured in by Gabbie and turned?”

“Not all of us. Larry was just being a good samaritan and helping them with groceries. Both Gabbie and her mom, Cassandra, are witches. Larry faced both of them, but the rest of us just faced Gabbie.”

That statement made Jake mad. Those witches were doing this for their own enjoyment. “Any ideas on how to change us back? I don’t want to be a dog—err, wolf.”

“Actually, you’re a werewolf, well—reverse werewolf. You’ll turn human on the full moon and then back into a wolf in the morning.”

“So, not permanently a wolf. That’s at least something to work with, but how do we break this curse? Confront them on the full moon and demand they change us back?”

“Larry can probably tell it better since it was before I got turned, but there was a guy named Dean that tried to do just that. The cops came and took him away. Not sure what happened at sunrise if he was still in their custody, but no one has seen or heard from him since. They probably have him locked up in some secret facility and experimenting on him.”

“Yeah, and they’d probably think he was mental if he was talking about being a werewolf and calling them witches. So the trick would be to confront her on the full moon with other humans as witness that could corroborate the story.”

“That’s a brilliant plan! How many human friends have you made since you got turned into a werewolf?”

“Hmm, yeah, I can see the flaw in that now. Humans run and scream when they see a wolf.” That realization hit Jake like one of those morning stars. This would not be a simple task to accomplish.

“While you come up with a plan to recruit humans to our cause, I’m going to sleep. There’s another hollow a couple of trees over. I’ll be there if you need me.” Brent said as he sauntered by.

Now that Jake had seen him. Brent was a pretty scrawny wolf—more like a large coyote. The first thought that came to mind was he probably ate little, which made Jake realize he was hungry. Which was like another kick from the witch—he was going to have to kill something and eat it. Something he had never done before.

In the silence, Jake considered everything.

The company software tracked both his truck and his phone, and it uploaded everything on his phone to the Internet. He had used the quick key, so he never unlocked his phone. So without knowing his passcode, they could not delete the content. They could destroy his phone, but then the last known location of the phone would be their house, so if they were smart they would grab his keys and phone, put them in the truck and drive the truck somewhere.

His mom could be the saving grace. She had administrative access to everything, so she just needed to check the cloud storage.

Surely, when he didn’t show up for work tomorrow, they’d go looking into the location of his truck and phone. Plus, Bruce and Paul were his best friends that worked for him and they were with him at the bar when he met Gabbie. So they knew where he was going. Bruce had seen some of the racy texts Gabbie had sent. Mind you, Gabbie was in his schedule along with her address, so they could all see where he went.

Hopefully, the search would start early tomorrow morning. He typically sent out his morning email to the group at 6AM, hopefully when it didn’t show up, they’d start looking into the location of his phone and truck and maybe the cloud phone data. The software also recorded GPS coordinates, so they could see time stamps of the locations for both his truck and phone, even if they destroyed his phone.

He awoke to the sound of a muffled scream and noticed it was dusk now. As he looked out the hollow, he saw three men trying to rape what looked like a young woman. They were only about 50 metres from the hollow, but Jake couldn’t let it happen, even if he was a wolf.

He exited the hollow and snuck up to the group. Once he got close, he ran and jumped at the one man that wasn’t holding onto the girl, likely the leader.

Jake then turned and growled at the other two men. He could see the fear in their eyes and smell their fear—and piss, since at least one of them pissed themselves!

The other minion pulled out a knife, leaving piss guy to hold the girl, as the man he had knocked down got up and also pulled out a knife.

The two men spread out, likely hoping one could attack from his blind side. Fortunately, being turned, he kept his human eyesight, but had the advantage of the dog’s wider field of view. He still couldn’t see directly behind himself, but he could probably see 270 degrees, plus, he also had way keener hearing.

As they brandished their weapons, the girl was still fighting the grip of the lone man. She got free for a second to yell for help, before he hit her in the head and covered her mouth.

Jake glared at the leader as he waved the knife back and forth. He continued his deep growl as he approached the man. Staying wary of the man trying to flank him.

The leader faked lunging at Jake to give the minion a chance, but Jake heard him, stepped to the side, turned around, and caught his knife wielding hand in his jaws.

A simple violent twist of his head, cause the man to yell in pain as he tossed him to the side.

Jake quickly refocused on the leader, but stayed wary of the injured minion.

The leader lunged at Jake this time, trying to stab him with the knife. Again, Jake simply stepped to the side and caught the man’s knife wielding wrist with his powerful jaws. Jake heard the bones in his wrist break, forcing him to drop the knife, as another violent twist of his head tossed the man away.

Jake then turned his attention to the man holding the girl, bared his teeth, and growled. The man knocked the girl over the head with something and pushed her toward Jake.

As she fell to the ground, she was not unconscious so Jake ran after piss guy. He caught him quickly as he bit the man’s leg and then drug him back to the girl.

She had taken out her phone and was taking pictures of the men who were still lying on the ground in pain when Jake returned with the piss guy. She took his picture as Jake let him go and the men all ran, or at least limped away.